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Have this character since 3 days. Running around in the north, not a lot of encounters. Just peace, birds and loot. I keep both pistols because ammos are not something I like to leave around, nor keep on myself unused. And it saved my life once.

You forget capital letters and have an horrific use of punctuation. Maybe you should work on an actual vucabulary and on a grammar book.

Define computer vocabulary.

Talking about epeen.

Please. Enough of this shit.

Way to ruin the only fun you can have in the game for now.

Apparently, it works EXACTLY like in the mod, as I just tried out.

Duping. Not sure on how it works, but no hacks are needed.

Phone. Search function shown nothing, but I don't believe it too much. Anyway, pen + box (yellow thingy/ammobox/medikit) allows you to label them, the label visible in the description. Example Labeling 1 medikit "Bandages" and the other "Saline". An ammo box "Mosin" and the other "Magnum" Labels could be washed away with water at a pump/pond.

Force feeding poop? Time for me to puke on the keyboard.

I don't browse le reddits. He let me know this. Definitely not an asshole.

I drink ze beer from the glass, but zat's boring. Das boot? Oh ja.

Stop playing Coast of Duty and join us in Wargame: Inland Battles.

You ALWAYS spawn no more than 5 minutes of run from the closest town.

Saving this for future references

How about no.

I died of thirst once though. Damned milk.

Coast of Duty

Some people actually fap to that shit. Pun has been made, but no joke was done. Anyway, butane grenades? OI I WANT THEM COPYRIGHTS ON DAT! :3

I survive another day. I was thinking about scribbling directly on it. Then I though about yellow boxes with penises drawn on them. Nope.

Everyone is free to play as they want with the legit mechanics offered by the game without being called noobs. God damn those elitists.

That too Plenty of them.

You thief. That's mine. I'll kill you. /*points two fingers at his eyes, then at Baker*/

Found it in the house with the piano, in the industrial thingy with the steel stairs and elevated steel walkway, in one of those houses full of shoes, in a fire station.

The pasta was good till the moralist part happened.